After fighting to keep her lover safe from a cold-blooded killer, Elsie Markheim realizes the war isn’t over when her lover, Remy Keller disappears. Elsie begins the search for him but her discoveries only lead her to realize that the murder must be a member of her own family. When more family members turn up dead all over the world, she knows that the last person she expected should have been the first person on her mind.

Excerpt:The city sprawled out before me through the huge glass windows. I could see everything on the east side; the buildings, the skyscrapers, the vastness of the world that is New York on its own. I looked through the blood spray on the panes. It was like a madder-than-normal Pollock painting. A punctured artery had sprayed in a fountain when severed during the fight.

“Jesus,” Ellery muttered. “How could no one have heard this?”

“Sound-proof walls,” Dennis said.

She looked over her shoulder at him but kept close to me.

The apartment was a shambles. There was no way the two people killed here hadn’t screamed eventually, at least once.

Emotionless husks we might be but we still felt pain.

Dennis stepped inside. “We found her there,” he said, pointing to the sofa and the blanket that might once have been a shade of light green. “He was there.”

The stain on the carpet in the hallway said enough as did the one on the sofa. They had bled out. The report said both were most likely knocked unconscious then shot in the chest, not in the head. The blood splattered everywhere said more about what happened here. It was most likely a slit throat. I would never know whose it was.

Whoever did this had not made it easy for them to die. Though they may have been sleeping through most of it, it was still a long death.

There had been a struggle.

The place showed all the signs.

The reports were falsified, or else the cops were lying or blind.

It didn’t matter. In the end, Steven and Lori Markheim were both still dead. There were two less members of my family.